I can assure you that the breast milk of different women tastes very different.
No, I’m not some perv. In fact, until you mentioned it, I’d never even realized that my experiences were unusual. Well, I recognized them at the moment (it’d have been hard not to) but I never connected the dots. Or if I did, I repressed it)
As a kid, I tasted my mother’s milk, both directly, and when stored for my younger sister. (Oddly, I still don’t recall what my mother’s milk tasted like, probably because I’d had little to compare it to). As a child, I must confess I sampled breast milk I’d encounter in other people’s fridges too. Only as an adult did I realize how creepy this was, as a child, I considered it a ‘privacy misdemeanor’, like when you’re at the ‘help yourself to soda’ level of friendship, and you find a type of cheese you’ve never tried. Sure, you should ask before sampling - but it’s a relatively minor breach of ettiquette to a kid.
Damn, I hope none of my friend’s moms are reading this now. How do you apologize for that? On the other hand, I’ve found that moms have a far more sensible attitude to these things than dads
As an adult, I’m the guy who’s known for eating “anything” (brains, blood, bugs, and other delicacies of other cultures. Given the story above, I don’t suppose you’re surprised). More than once, I’ve been dared to taste breast milk by a grossed-out hubby (we men are disgusting, aren’t we?) – and I’ve been asked to taste breast milk “to see if it tastes normal”. This isn’t bad when it’s a patient, but can be varying degrees of creepy when it’s for a friend ot their spouse
[Here’s a hint: if you ever find yourself saying “It’s okay. You’re a doctor,” forget it. If I think it’s creepy, it probably isn’t part of my training and duties. Your remark is the sdemantic equivalent of your husband’s childish dare: “You wuss! You’re not doctor enough to taste my breast milk! Let’s dress you in a nurse’s uniform and call all your friends at the state medical association.” You wouldn’t ask a doctor friend for an impromptu pelvic, would you?]
Breast milk not only varies, but it has a sort of ineffable complexity. You have to root around in the mix of tastes to find a common theme that you can label ‘human milk’. (Then again I feel similarly about wine, cheese scotch and cigars) I can easily imagine its hardwired into us, more deeply than ordinary scent. Our olfactory genes (scent supplies the fine details of taste) are derivatives of our immune system genes, and are widely used by other mammals to detect related individuals, members of the tribe, etc. And let’s not even get into the VNO and pheromones.
There’s actually a fair amount of medical literature on the effect of diet and other conditions on breast milk. Given how many factors influence the taste and/or odor of our other bodily secretions, I’d have been surprised if there wasn’t a major effect. Human diet is far more variegated than any other mammal - except our companion species like dogs and rats.
Gah. Now you know why I don’t post much.
"Of course, it tastes like melons! Where do you think it comes from?"